Page 118 of From Best Friend to Bride
“Just answer the question.”
“Yes, she is. Hold on.” He got up, walked over to the bar cart, and poured two drinks. He set one in front of me before sitting back down with his, then nodded. “Okay, continue. Where are we going with this?”
“Just hear me out.” I picked up my glass and sipped. “I’m not blind, all right? I’ve always known she was beautiful, but she’s… Attractive.”
“That is what I just said.”
“Really attractive.”
Max blinked at me. “Generally speaking, I think most people would look at her and think that, yes.”
“She’s hot as fuck!” Ellie shouted from the other side of the door. “I’d bang her, and I’m a woman!”
“You’re supposed to be writing!” Max called, smirking knowingly. “If you don’t hit your target, you won’t get that thing you want!”
“Shit!” The sound of footsteps disappearing was the next thing we heard.
I wasn’t going to ask. I didn’t want to know.
“There you have it,” he said, settling back into the armchair again. “She’s so hot even my girlfriend would fuck her.”
“Good to know,” I replied dryly. “So, I’m not going crazy.”
“Are you going crazy because you think your conventionally attractive best friend who is now your wife is getting you hard on a regular basis? No. In fact, I’d think you were crazy if you weren’t in this situation.” He sipped his drink. “The question is: what are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing,” I confirmed. “I know it’s not just me feeling this way, but that seems like a line we really shouldn’t cross.”
“Probably not,” Max agreed. “But it’s going to be a real issue if you keep hearing her doing her, uh… self-care.”
As if I didn’t know that. “I can’t just tell her I can hear her.”
“Why not? You need to communicate. You’re already in separate beds because things have changed. Just tell her, and I’m sure she’ll be more mindful.”
“I’m not going to police her masturbation.”
“Then you need to invest in some earplugs, mate. If she’s using the one Ellie gave her, she’s probably having an out of body experience at least once a week.”
That would make a lot of sense from some of the things I’d heard. Either Delilah had no idea how loud she could moan, or our walls were really, really thin.
I paused. “Is it really that good?”
Max raised his eyebrows. “Man, I love that thing as much as she does. It’s sexy when she enjoys herself. She gets extra pleasure, and I get to watch her. There’s no bigger turn-on than that.”
I tapped my fingers against the arm of the sofa. Shit. Now all I could think about was watching Deli.
“This is a nightmare.” I put down my glass and rubbed my hand across my face. “Fuck. How am I supposed to go home now?”
Max shrugged, chuckling into his glass. “You caused this problem, mate. Surely you saw this coming. There’s no way you actually thought the two of you would stay the same, did you?”
I stared at him.
“Fuck me, you did. You twats.” He shook his head in disbelief and set his glass down. “It was bound to happen. Your bond is so strong, after all. I’m amazed it’s taken this long for things to reach this point.”
“She was just my best friend,” I said. “Never anything more.”
